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My newlywed husband said the same thing every morning. "You're beautiful today." One glance in the mirror revealed that it was far from the truth. A skinny girl withmashed（捣烂的）hair on one side of her head and no makeup smiled back at me. I could feel my sticky morning breath. “Liar, I shot back with a grin. It was my usual response. My mother's first husband was not a kind man and his verbal and physical abuse forced her and her two children to find a safe place. He showed up on her doorstep one day with roses. She let him in and he beat her with those roses and took advantage of her. Nine months later she gave birth to a 9 lb. 13 oz. baby girl -- me. The harsh words we heard growing up took root. I had trouble seeing myself as someone of value. I had been married two years when I surprised myself. My husbandwrapped（包裹，覆盖）his arms around me and told me I was beautiful. “Thank you, I said. The same thin girl with themousy（灰褐色的）brown hair still stared back at me in the mirror, but somehow the words had finally blossomed in my heart. A lot of years have passed. My husband has grey in his hair. I'm no longer skinny. Last week I woke up and my husband's face was inches from mine. “What are you doing? I asked. I covered my mouth, trying to hide my morning breath. He reached down and kissed my face. | 
